Lin Yun rose to mid-air, and the seven dragon pulses behind him covered the sky. This instantly made Ji Lingfeng, Xiao Yuanqi, and the Autumn Mountain Lord feel great pressure.

After all, those dragon pulses were close to ten thousand feet!

To be exact, they were nine thousand feet and close to ten thousand. So there wasn’t much difference in the eyes of those three. The size of Lin Yun’s dragon pulses had far exceeded their comprehension.

It was still understandable that the two God Generals could possess dragon pulses that were six thousand feet because of the Nethermoon Saint Armor, but how could Lin Xiao’s ridiculous dragon pulses be explained? Was this Lin Xiao’s confidence?

Ji Lingfeng, Xiao Yuanqi, and the Autumn Mountain Lord could feel their scalps go numb with disbelief filling their pupils. But before they could continue to ponder, Lin Yun already dashed over like a lightning bolt.

He fought three enemies alone, and the pressure he gave off was so overwhelming that it made them feel suffocating. Fine cracks began to appear on the aura formed by the dragon pulses as if the aura they formed would explode at any moment. At that time, it would be troublesome for...